Romans & histoires Heir For A Day

Instantly, I blinked back the tears. “There’s no need to be sad, cousin. It’s your big night tonight. Your official debut as the next Alpha King and the supreme Moon Heiress. Don’t soil your pretty face with tears.” He patted my shoulder tenderly. “You can put that on. Tag it to your shirt.”

“When did the bond first spark?” “Three nights ago,” I whispered before I could stop myself. His jaw flexed. “And tonight he rejected you.” “Yes.” A long, assessing look passed over his face. “Then congratulations, little wolf,” he said darkly. “You’re carrying an Alpha heir.” The forest seemed to tilt. Heir. The word felt too heavy. Too powerful. Too dangerous. “No,” I breathed. “That’s not possible.” “It is,” he said simply. “And Ironclaw will tear the world apart to claim it.”

My hands, hanging at my sides, clenched into tight fists, my nails digging into my palms so hard they nearly drew blood. I wiped the sourness from my mouth and instinctively hid the bag of supplements behind my back. "It's none of your business." "How is it not our business?" Liana stepped closer with a sly smile, deliberately caressing the heavy golden locket—a symbol of the pack mother—hanging around her neck. "Kaelen doesn't want me to feel wronged, so he's decided to hold a Grand Naming Ceremony for our son tomorrow. It's a historic event, I know, and as the former mate, you should come and give the heir your blessing, right?"

KARIN An heir. Not a child. Not our baby. An heir meant for the great Alpha Rowan Kincaid. Another symbol of power. Another possession meant to strengthen his name and bloodline. "Does he know?" The words barely made it past my lips. My throat felt tight, like even sound was dangerous.

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

Something that was waiting for an Heir. To Be Continued...

Rose walks over to my mother and gives her a soft hug, then looks up at me and asks, "Is Grandma Ann a Wuna?" "Yes, she is," I answer Her eyes get wide she looks at Logan. "Are you an Alpha too?" Logan nods his head. She looks over at Riley and points, "Is he an Alpha too? We all laugh. Riley walks over and kneels, "I am an Alpha Heir. One day I will take over for my father." "Wow!" Daisy says.

Even his voice now sounds like grinding stones to my ears. I roll my eyes as I exit the room before hitting the send button of my previous message, stumbling on a group of servants running to and fro the hallway. That isn’t a surprise, since no one will be seen slacking on a day like this. The First Heir of the White Group, as everyone knows him, will reveal himself for the first time. And he chose his birthday as the perfect date. Today, the world will know his name and appearance, the company he’s been managing, and his activities for the past years.

“When you return, find a way to let us know whatever they’re planning or hiding.” “I will,” I said. “I’m just as curious as anyone.” “The heirs’ birthday is in less than two weeks,” she continued. “When are they going to claim you?” “I would rather let them move at their own pace,” I said. “But one thing I’m certain of is that I will be claimed on or before their birthday.” Darius laughed. “That’s confidence.” “It’s not confidence,” I smirked slightly. “It’s destiny. Besides, they’re already drawn to me. All of them, even Rhydian. I just need to keep things in check until then.”

"But you have a thought." "I have more than one." He holds my gaze. "That's the problem." The wind moves through the trees at the road's edge. Somewhere further down, a car passes on a different route, ordinary and oblivious, its headlights sweeping briefly across the dark. "Tell me," I say. Shawn exhales slowly. "The announcement is tomorrow morning," he says. "Tonight you sat in your father's living room and were named heir to everything he has built." He pauses. "There are people for whom that information was — unwelcome."